caduceus clay made possibly the most selfish request of his life.
his friends knelt in grieved agony over the corpse of a loved one he’d never met. and he closed his eyes,
and he prayed,
and he stood in front of melora and the raven queen, a cleric with the god-given duty to keep vigil over the border between life and death, and he felt no shame as he asked for the skein of fate to be rewoven.
the arrogance! the gall!
he said, “whatever it was, just put it back. i think they’ve earned it. put it back.”
and melora turned to the raven queen and said, “surely, you can’t say no.”
and the raven queen said, “i absolutely can.”
and a voice beneath the raven queen said, “i think it would be better not to, my lady.”
and the raven queen paused as they all looked down at the black-feathered man with a bone-white antler protruding from his shoulder.
and an eternity and a moment passed, and the raven queen said, “i will allow one more chance. one more.”
and from her hand the small orange mote pulsed, and it heard its friends’ pleas once more, and this time summoned within it enough strength to drift to the outstretched palm of the wild lady of arvandor, an-melzidanye, the wild mother.
and the raven queen bowed her head, the mask expressionless.
and melora smiled down at the mote of life and said, “so it shall be, dear one.”
and caduceus opened his eyes in time to see green unfurl around him.
prim!! you posted it! this is so good! thank you for my cow son.
